HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

And the dance begins already,
Gaily whirl around the dancers
In the waltz's reckless circles,
Till the firm floor creaks and trembles.
"Yes, with pleasure, Don Ramiro,
I will dance with thee the measure;
But in such a night-black mantle
Thou shouldst never have come hither."
With fixed, piercing eyes, Ramiro
Gazes on the lovely lady.
Then embracing her, speaks strangely,-
"At thy bidding I came hither."
In the wild whirl of the measure.
Press and turn the dancing couple.
And the rolling drums are beaten.
Shrill the clamorous trumpet soundeth.
"White as driven snow thy cheeks are!
Whispers Clara, vainly trembling.
"At thy bidding I came hither,"
Hollow ring Ramiro's accents.
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